My soul outpaces my body.

Seeing a future I have yet to reach.

Echoing in whispers I say to myself.

Those colors of confidence are so close to that of pride.

But I don’t mind.

***

They are are as fragile as an eggshell.

Broken just as quickly.

But anything thrown fast enough can become a shooting star.

I want to shoot past my own limits.

Becoming more than my body or my mind.

***

I can make it.

In spite of being fragile.

In spite of knowing I am.

I can make it.

Because I know I could be more.